"A Loss of Something Ever Felt I"

Random Poetry List VII

A loss of something ever felt I—
The first that I could recollect
Bereft I was—of what I knew not
Too young that any should suspect

A Mourner walked among the children
I notwithstanding went about
As one bemoaning a Dominion
Itself the only Prince cast out—

Elder, Today, a session wiser
And fainter, too, as Wiseness is—
I find myself still softly searching
For my Delinquent Palaces—

And a Suspicion, like a Finger
Touches my Forehead now and then
That I am looking oppositely
For the site of the Kingdom of Heaven—

Emily Dickinson (American, 1830-1886)

Originally e-mailed on Wednesday, February 02, 2000 @ 5:08 PM.

Lane Core Jr. CIW P — Wed. 02/02/05 07:21:03 AM
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